by Jessica L.H. Stanfield
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
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I went through a few years of not being able to write anything. It was the most awful experience and I really feel for anyone who's going throught that. This poem came from digging deep inside myself and remembering what it was like before I finally woke up one day and began pursuing my passion. It was a very personal journey that I took.
blank, white, nothingness,
Each time I sat down,
I got up.
Unable to lend enough of myself
to a creation
that would speak volumes about me.
afraid to face my fear.
Fear of the void itself
and of not being able to fill it.
Afraid of bearing my blank, white soul
to a world of onlookers,
who waited in silence
for me to give them something tangible.
But I gave them only
blank spaces and empty words.
waitied in the wings
to wake up
from my blank, empty, dreams.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Been there, done that too. Fortunately, I can switch between poetry, novels, and articles for publication. Different hats altogether, so that helps...or I just read for inspiration. Well done, Jessica.|
|Reviewed by A PAX
|Oh the creative soul screams for creation! good write|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|glad you made it through. there is nothing worse than not knowing what to write about or say! love, your friend, karen lynn in texas. (((HUGS))) good write! :)|